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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.