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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.