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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.