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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.