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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.