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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.