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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.