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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.