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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.