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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Television,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.