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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.