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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.