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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.