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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Cramps,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.