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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.