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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.