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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.