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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.