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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.