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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.