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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.