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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Alphaville to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.