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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.