Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.