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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.