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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
ABC,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.