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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.