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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
CMW,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
JFA,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.