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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.