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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s 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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.