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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.