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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Barracudas 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.