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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ludus to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.