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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.