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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.