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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.