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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.