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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.