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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.