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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.