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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.