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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.