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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.