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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.