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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.