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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.