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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.