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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.