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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.