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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.