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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
a-ha,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.