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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.