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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.