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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.