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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.