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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
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.