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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.