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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.