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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Ituana,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.