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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.