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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.