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 Chile and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.