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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Rekid,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.