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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.