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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.