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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.