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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fear,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.