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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.