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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.