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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.