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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.