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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.