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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.