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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.