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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.