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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.