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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.