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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.