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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.