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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.