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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.