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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.