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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.