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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
UT,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.