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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Darondo,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.