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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.