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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.