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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.