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 Sweden 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.