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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.