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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.