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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.