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 India and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.