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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.