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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.