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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.