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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.