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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.