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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.