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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.