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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Franke,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.