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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.