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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.