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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.