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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.