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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Gladiators 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.