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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.