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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.