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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.