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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.