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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.