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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.