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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.