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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.