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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.