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 Panama 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.