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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.