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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.