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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.