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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.