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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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.