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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.