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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.