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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
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.