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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.