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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.