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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Television,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.