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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.