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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
DNA,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.