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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.