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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.