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 Belize and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.