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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.