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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.