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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Excepter,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.