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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.