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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.