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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.