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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.