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 Spain 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.