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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Brick,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.