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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.