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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.