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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.