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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.