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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.