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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Visage,
Technova,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.