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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.