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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.