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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.