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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.