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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.