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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.