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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Technova,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.