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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.