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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.