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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.