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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Scion,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.