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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.