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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.