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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
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.