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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Japan,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.