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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.