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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.