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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.