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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.