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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.