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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.