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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.