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 Colombia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.