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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.