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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.