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 Belize and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.