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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.