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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.