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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.