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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.