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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.