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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.