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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.