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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.