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 Portugal and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Busters,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.