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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.