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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.