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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.