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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.