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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.