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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Human League 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.