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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.