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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.