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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.