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 Spain and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.