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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.