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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.