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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.