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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.