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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.