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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Ludus,
Slave,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.