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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.