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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Names,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.