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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.