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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.