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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.