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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Shoche,
Television,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.