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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.