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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.