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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.