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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.