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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.