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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.