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 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.