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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.