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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.