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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.