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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
MC5,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.