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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Zapp,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.