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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.