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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.