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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.