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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Normal to the grime 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Motorama,
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.