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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.