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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Nas,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.