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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
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.