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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.