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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.