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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.