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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.