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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.