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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.