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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.