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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Minny Pops 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.