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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.