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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.