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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.