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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.