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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 DNA to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.