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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.