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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.