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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.