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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.