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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.