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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.