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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.