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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.