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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo 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 electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.