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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.