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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Television,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.