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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.