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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.