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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.