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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.