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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.