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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.