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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.