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 Norway 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.