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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.