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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.