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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Nas,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.