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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.