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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.