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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.