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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.