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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Monks,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.