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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.