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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.