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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.