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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Mars,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.