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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
JFA,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.