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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.