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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.