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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Technova,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.