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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.