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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Index,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.