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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.