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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.