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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.