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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.