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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Can,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.