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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.