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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.