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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.