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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Wings,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.