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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
X-101,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.