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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.