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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
X-101,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
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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.