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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.