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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.