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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.