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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.