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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.