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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.