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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.