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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.