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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.