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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.