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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Television,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.