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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Can,
Wings,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.