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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.