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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.