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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.