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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.