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 Somalia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.