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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.