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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.