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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.