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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.