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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.