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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.