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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.