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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.