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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.