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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.