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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Can,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.