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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.