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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.