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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.