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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.