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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.