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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.