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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.