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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.