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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.