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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.