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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.