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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.