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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.