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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.