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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
ABC,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.