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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.