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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.