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 Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.