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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.