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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.