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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.