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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.