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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
June Days,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.