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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.