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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.