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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.