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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.