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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Mars,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.