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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.