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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
ABC,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.