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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.