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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.