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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Swans,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.