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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
10cc,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.