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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.