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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.