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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.