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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.