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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
CMW,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.