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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.