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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.