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 Sudan and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.