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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.