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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.