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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.