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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.