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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.