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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.