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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.