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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.