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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.