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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Wire,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.