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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Television,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.