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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.