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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.