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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.