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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.