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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.