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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.