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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.