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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.