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 Libya 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.