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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.