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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.