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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.