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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.