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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Malaria! 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Index,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.