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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.