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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.