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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.