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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.