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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.