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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.