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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.