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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.