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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.