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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.