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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.