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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.