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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.