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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
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.