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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.