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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.