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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.