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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.