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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.