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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.