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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Doors 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.