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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.