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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.