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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.