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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.