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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.