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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.