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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.