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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 MC5 to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.