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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.