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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.