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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Index,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.