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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Roxette,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.