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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.