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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.