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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.