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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.