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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.