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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.