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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.