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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.