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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.