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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.