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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.