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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.