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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.