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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.