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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.