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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Wings,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.