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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.