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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.