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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.