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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
X-101,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.