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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Wings,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.