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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.