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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
CMW,
10cc,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.