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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-101 to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Unwound,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.