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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Pole,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.