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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.