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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.