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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.