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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.