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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Organ,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.