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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.