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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.