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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.