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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Hoover,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.