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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.