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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Associates,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.