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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.