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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.