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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Cymande,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.