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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.