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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Organ,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.