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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.