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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.