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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Josef K,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.