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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.