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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Can,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Index,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.