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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.