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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.