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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Order to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Busters,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.