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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.