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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.