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 Togo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.