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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.