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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.