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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.