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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.