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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.