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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.