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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.