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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.