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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.