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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Slave,
Crime,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.