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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.