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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.