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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Shoche,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.