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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.