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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.