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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.