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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Can,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.