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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.