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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Scion,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.