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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
the Association,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.