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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.