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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.