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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.