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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
PIL,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.