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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.