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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.