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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.