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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.