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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
UT,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.