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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Mars,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.