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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.