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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.