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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.