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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.