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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.