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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.