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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.