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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sonic Youth 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.