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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.