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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.