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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.