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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.