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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.