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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.