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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.