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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.