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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.